Verdict: Do they give awards based on balls-out craziness? They should. This one would sweep that ceremony. In a world where safe, bland characters run around making sure everyone in the film's demographic finds them appealing, this movie dares to be wrong on almost every level. It's full of sexual mania, religious obsession, "devil made me shoot that woman" blues logic, as well as race and gender stereotypes that get punctured by the freaked-out comedy of Jackson and Ricci's performances. You will walk out of this shaking your head or laughing it off or swearing you just watched the wildest 'Driving Miss Daisy' parody ever. But you won't not have an opinion!